Friday, June 29, 2012

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

I don't know what to talk about, so here are some pictures of a kitten in a Christmas sweater. YOU'RE WELCOME.

My all time favorite:

Around December I started to notice his eyes were changing colors. They were completely grey when I got him, but they started turning all shades of blue, green, brown, and yellow. I had no clue what the end result would be. They were cute though. This was also around the time when I realized he made the best facial expressions EVER, and that I needed to document him more.

I could have sworn his eyes were turning brown or copper, but almost overnight they went from this weird color mix to bright green.

I'm almost through with kitten pictures, and soon I can move into Bowser's angry old man look! Hooray!

Monday, June 25, 2012

It's so weird to look back on baby pictures of Bowser. I can't believe he was ever that small and how grey his eyes were! As adorable as he was, I'm so glad he's over his kitten phase. He was so naughty!

This is the first picture I have of him, taken the day I brought him home (Halloween 2009).

He and his litter mates were born with umbilical hernias, so his belly was shaved when I got him. The little spots were so cute!

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Let me just begin by saying that I am not a writer. In fact, I hate writing with a passion. I just can't do it, which is why this blog will mainly be filled with lots of cat pictures. I think my brain is too jumbled up to form words correctly. Surely that's a thing, right? I'm a psych major, I should probably know brain stuff.

I always grew up with cats, and when I moved away for college in 2009, I couldn't bring my two with me. I was living in a house with a roommate who had a puppy, who was adorable, but I missed having cats. He finally gave in and let me get one, under two conditions; 1) it wasn't a kitten, and 2) it didn't have claws. Well there's no way I was ever going to declaw a cat, so I started stalking shelters looking for the right declawed kitty to bring home. Anyone can tell you that I love all cats, but none of them seemed like a good fit. I eventually I found one and was ready to sign the papers, when I was told I was not allowed because of my age (I was 19 at the time).

I was so upset, but we decided to check out a Petco adoption fair just to look around. Even though I had to get an adult cat, I still loved looking at the kittens because, well, they're kittens. But then I saw a little grey fluffball hiding in the back of a cage I thought was empty. His name was Jack, and the rest of his litter had been adopted and he was all alone. He looked up at me and I burst out laughing because he looked SO MEAN, but I kinda liked it. I asked the coordinator if I could hold him and she let me, and he immediately started purring and fell asleep in my arms. I knew I had to have him, but 1) he was a kitten, and 2) he had claws. Sorry, Reid, this cat was mine. I took him home and he went nameless for a couple days because nothing I came up with suited his looks. I finally came up with Bowser, and it just stuck.

Anyways, as much as I refer to Bowser as "angry" he is NOT. He is the sweetest kitty you will ever meet, and has even converted dog-lovers into Bowser-lovers. He never uses his claws, not even to scratch furniture or play, demands cuddles every morning, and poops dutifully in his box (uh, usually).